[Intro: Smokepurpp]
Bitch, huh? (Yeah)
Purpp, huh?
Bitch, woah (Ayy), huh?

[Chorus: Smokepurpp]
Ball like Mike, like Jordan (Yeah)
So many racks, gotta put 'em in storage (Cash)
Bust down AP, bust down my teeth (Yeah)
Every time you see me, I’m glowin'
Pop me a Xan, pop me a Perc (Yeah)
God damn, got a young n***a snortin' (Woah)
I was gettin’ top from the thot five minutes after talkin' 'bout her boyfriend (Yeah)
Ball like Mike, like Jordan (Ayy)
So many racks, gotta put 'em in storage
Bust down AP, bust down my teeth (Yeah)
Every time you see me, I'm glowin' (Bust down, bust down)
Pop me a Xan, pop me a Perc (Yeah)
God damn, got a young n***a snortin' (God damn)
I was gettin' top from the thot five minutes after talkin’ ’bout her boyfriend (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
That's my dawg for sure (Yeah)
We was hittin’ licks, kickin' dogs before (Dog, dog)
Yeah, I want all the smoke (Yeah)
Still in the trap cookin' doggy though
Woah, this shit gettin' real, real spooky (Yeah)
From the off-side, my lil’ house like a movie
Yeah, might pop out with that Uzi
Tell a n***a he dead, so you know that he shoot me
Shawty wanna fuck on Ash, shit (Ash, shit)
Shawty wanna fuck on KC (KC)
Nut in her mouth, like rabies (Rabies)
Carry my diamonds like veggies (Yeah, yeah)
We can get up (Up)
You know I'm keepin' it tucked (Doot, brr, brr)
Yeah, I'm on them drugs (Drugs)
Bat like my braids, gettin' stucked (Fuck)
[Chorus: Smokepurpp & Wiz Khalifa]
Ball like Mike, like Jordan (Yeah)
So many racks, gotta put 'em in storage (Cash)
Bust down AP, bust down my teeth (Yeah)
Every time you see me, I'm glowin'
Pop me a Xan, pop me a Perc (Yeah)
God damn, got a young n***a snortin' (Woah)
I was gettin' top from the thot five minutes after talkin' 'bout her boyfriend (Yeah)
Ball like Mike, like Jordan (Ayy)
So many racks, gotta put 'em in storage
Bust down AP, bust down my teeth (Yeah)
Every time you see me, I'm glowin' (Bust down, bust down)
Pop me a Xan, pop me a Perc (Yeah)
God damn, got a young n***a snortin' (God damn)
I was gettin' top from the thot five minutes after talkin' 'bout her boyfriend (Okay)

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Bad Boy, Martin, Will Smith
I get turned up, real lit
Lil' bitch talkin' 'bout cummin' (Cummin')
Y'all n***as ain't 'bout nothin' (Nothin')
Park my whip in front
Hop in, lift it up
Eyes on the plane
The other day, a n***a told me I had paper like Jay (Jay)
JAY-Z, never let a broke bitch play me
Smoke 'til my eyes get lazy
Don't want a problem with my guys, they crazy
Make a girl wanna leave her man (Her man)
Bust down, 'bout to freeze my hands (My hands)
I pull up and I hurt they feelings
With the smoke comin' out the ceiling (Out the ceiling)
[Interlude: Wiz Khalifa & Smokepurpp]
Soon as I pulled up, I was like, "Ayy, girl, I need, you, you, and you" (Uh)
Right now, turn up (Yeah, uh), 'cause it's Taylor Gang, you feel me?

[Verse 3: Smokepurpp & Wiz Khalifa]
Car got stars (Yeah, hahaha)
Got no keys, it push to start (Uh)
Stretch that money (Lil' Purpp)
Pocket look just like Paul Blart (Ooh)
'Bought these hoes to the telly (Telly)
My bitch a piece and she hot and she ready (Woah)
Got more bread than a deli (Lil' Purpp)
Two-hunnid bands in the bag that I carry (Woah)
Yeah, back of the back-in (Bitch)
Fuckin' that bitch and I'm breakin' her back-end (Yeah)
They don't want action (Hol' up)
They know we got choppers, they gettin' to yappin'
Yeah, know the drill (Drill)
When on stage, on half a pill (Yeah)
Crack the ceil' (Woah)
Went on tour and made a mil' (Lil' Purpp)